Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.